GABRIELLA'S POV:
C'mon Dré pick upppp.
DAMMIT! VOICEMAIL AGAIN!
GREAT! JUUUUST GREAT!
I seriously needed to talk to him.
I loudly honked one more time at the fucking gate and finally...they opened it.
How can that idiot they call Mr. Dalmonte hire fools as guards.
Incompetent bastards!
I furiously drove into the residence as I cussed under my breath. I can't believe Adela's mother agreed to such threat!
I can't believe I'm here!
As I drove while mentally debating on where to park the car. My eyes settled on everywhere. And then it hit..... I said those five words again.
I....can't believe I'm...HERE.
After six years....I'm back to this house that I thought I'd never come back to. This is crazy....this is wild and scary...but mostly... should I said....EMOTIONAL?
All the thoughts and memories of my childhood just kept on coming back. Nothing has really changed in the place. Just few here and there.
I parked the car directly at the front of the fountain that led to the humongous mansion that Mr. Dalmonte owned.
As soon as I got out....I looked around.... enjoying the memories of my childhood as I stared at every spot. I found myself walking up the stairs that led to the door. I remembered the night I ran on these stairs... chasing the fucktard they made me call father.
I pushed the thought to the back of my head. That eventful night had a deep effect on my mental health, I'm guessing my brain couldn't take it anymore on the night of my birthday when he appeared. I hate him so much.
When I entered the interior parts of the mansion my eyes gazed around as I got new memories of my childhood. It was like it all escaped, but now it's back, all of them are back and because of that I have no idea why I suddenly felt a pain by the side of my head — right exactly where my head hit the hard floor of the road when I was chasing Mr. Dalmonte's car and fell down.
I suddenly started feeling very dizzy as more and more memories made their way to my tiny brain. I couldn't even recall when some of them took place, actually most of them. It was just as though I lost my memory — part of it. Did I? No, if I did I would have known, someone would have told me, Abuela, Mom. Anyone. My head was seriously spinning and it felt as though I'd hit the floor anytime soon.
But just then, a voice came out of nowhere. A voice owned by a woman. I turned back to see who it was. It was a young lady, she was blonde, a bit tall but not too tall. She looked as though she was in her early thirties. Her outfit screamed professionalism but I wouldn't lie, it still looked a bit skimpy, actually to be more honest the outfit screamed “I'm Here To Seduce My Boss.” Yup, that was what it looked like. For some reason I didn't like her, and funny this is that I've never met her before, EVER.
“Who are you?” The woman questioned in a harsh tone before I turned around to see who it was. Once she saw my face she was annoyed to the fullest. “Are you kidding me? Who let this rat in?....What is a child doing here? Who are you? Did you come to steal?”
Wait what?
“Are you mentally deranged or what? How dare you speak to me like that?” I fired at her.
“Such a brat. Didn't your parents teach you manners on how to talk to your elders? How dare you be so disrespectful to me? Do have any idea who I am? Just wait till Sir comes back, he'll surely deal with you brutally you little spoilt brat.”
“Deal with ME.” I laughed at her audacity. “And who exactly is this almighty Sir you speak of?” I folded my arms as I rose my brow at her.
“The owner of this house you're trespassing in.” She smirked.
OH REALLY?????
“Is that so?” It was my turn to smirk.
“Yes. Nathan for sure will throw you out.”
“Oh really?” I said in between my laughter.
“Yes. He does everything I say. He won't hesitate in doing the same to you.”
I looked at her one more time from up to down and scoffed. “Let me guess, you're his secretary or—”
“Personal Assistant.” She spoke with pride.
Your mates are being entrepreneurs and making a name for themselves and you're here bragging about being someone's personal assistant.
Foolish child.
Even though you're Nathan Dalmonte's assistant, it doesn't matter. Don't think you're special. I'm his fucking daughter, you can't compete with that.
I looked at her face one more time, and then I remembered after Mr. Dalmonte left us, few months later, there was a scandalous news, though I was still small, well, ten, I understood every single thing. The tabloids were going mad about a picture of my father and his assistant kissing outside of his office building. It was really dark so I guessed they thought they were free to do whatever they wanted, unfortunately, someone caught them and took a picture of the act and then....BOOM....it got everywhere. I remember that affected mom’s pregnancy for Adela.
So I’m guessing this is the bitch. My palms were itching to do something.
“I’ve been working for Nathan for years and trust me, we've gotten so extremely clo—”
SLAP!
In spilt second, she was on the floor with her hand rubbing her cheek that was currently red. Her face was a bit disoriented. I'm guessing she didn't expect it at all.
Wow, would you look at that, she's about to explode out of anger.
“HOW DARE YOU?!” She fired as she managed to get up.
“That's for insulting me, that's for probably sleeping with my dad, and ummm, yeah, that's for being a bitch in life. And yes, you're looking at the daughter of your ‘Boss’. I am Gabriella Dalmonte, Nathan Dalmonte's precious gem.” I gave a pretentious grin.
“You’re..... You’re G—”
“Yes. Fingers crossed on if you'll still have your job on Monday morning.” I gave an innocent smile.
“No... please...”
“Do you want another slap? I swear to God I don't care if you're way older than me.”
She scurried out of the place in fear and disorientation.
I felt more mad than before. Before I knew it, I threw my phone to the floor. But I wasn't satisfied. I've never really felt the urge to destroy things the way I feel like right now as I thought about the pain my mother went through because of that asshole. Every single pain we both went through because of him. My eyes trailed all over the huge palace, everywhere my eyes went, there was something that probably costed huge amount of dollars to get. An idea popped into my head and I replied with a great smirk.
I saw a baseball bat hanging hanging in the hallways and I grabbed it then went back to the living room. Every object in my way was hit with the body of the golden bat. I went to an area of the mansion that had his prized possessions, I didn't hesitate in smashing every single one of them. The expensive looking paintings that were also in the living room were...well....GONE! I also did some mess in the kitchen, all the plates and utensils were scattered on the floor either broken or in a pretty bad state.
I can’t lie, I was hesitating to bring down the paintings of the first Dalmonte family and the family after that and the family after that..... actually all the paintings and other heirlooms that belonged to the Dalmonte family was what was holding me.
Should I?
Those paintings and everything else costs a lot of money....well they looked priceless. For example this golden statue of my great great grandfather — Flavio Dalmonte. I'm not sure of the price, but I do know that this statue, if they were to sell it....the buyer has to remove some millions from his pocket.
But I really wanted to push it down....
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***Two hours later***
***Still at the Dalmonte's Residence***
“Apologize!”
“No I won't and stop telling me what to do! This is what happens when you tell me what to do, I make you regret it! So that means ALL OF THIS! IS YOUR FAULT!” I said to my mother while referring to the glorious mess I created.
Mr. Dalmonte just stood there while he was carrying a sleeping Adela that was resting in her father's arms.
The reason they weren't here was because he took them to this stupid amusement park in Bel Air. I was supposed to go but why the hell would I waste my time with them.... especially him.
“Are you insane?! Gabriella do you have any idea how much money has gone down the drain?”
“Just some few millions, not like it's that big. What's the price? Fifty million? There's nothing there.....fifty million can't affect your darling husband's bani account.” I said with an eye roll as I stood up from the couch I was forced to sit in while she shouted at me.
“For your information fifty million is not small! Are you crazy?”
“Nope. Just very spoilt I guess.” I shrugged my shoulder without a care in the world
“You have no idea the amount of trouble you're in—”
“Ari it's okay. Really, it is.” He said.
“No it's not. Don't act as though you're not angry. She literally broke your great grandfather's statue. Years ago, didn't you tell me that's about 23.4 million dollars? That's really expensive.”
For some reason, he snorted. “And you really believed me. Honey you're so naïve and gullible.” He chuckled and then went upstairs with Adela on him.
I could see the anger in her eyes at what he said.
“Yeah mom, you really are.” I smirked and she glared at me which made me snicker.
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Later on that day, when I stepped back into the mansion....yeah I stepped out immediately I left my mother.
I went upstairs to find where in fucking hell I'm going to sleep, I heard my mother and her husband's voice coming from the study room. She was apologizing to him about what I did.
Sometimes I really disliked my mother's character, she was too pure and soft for my liking. In character, personality and behavior, we were world opposites.
I went closer to the door to hear more and when I did, I couldn't believe my ears.
“You really don't have to apologize.” Mr. Dalmonte said.
“Yes I do. She's my responsibility after all.”
“Our responsibility, Ariana, not just yours, same for Adela. And, let me tell you a secret. Everything in this entire house is fake and just the copy of the original.”
And my jaw's on the floor!
“What??? How?? How??? Why?? Wait, what do you mean?”
“What I mean is that few days ago, everything priceless in this house was replaced with a phony. From the china plates to the paintings to the statue, every single thing was fake.”
“But...but why—”
“Because Gabriella is my daughter and the carboncopy of me. She thinks and reasons in anger just the way I do and can go to any length just to cause you pain. I figured she'd take a bold step and do something like this, so I prepared just in time in case if something like this happened.”
“So... you're saying the statue plus all the family heirlooms are copies of the original ones.”
“Exatemente.”
“You’re so...so!!”
“Intelligent right? Yes. What? You want my father to kill me that the statue and paintings are gone? Hell no. I'm supposed to pass them down to my children.”
I was so caught up in anger that I didn't realize I was leaning on the door and I also didn't realize it wasn't closed properly. So with my weight on the door, it opened widely and I somehow found myself on the floor. Half of my body outside the study and the other half was inside of the study. After some seconds, I looked up and saw my mother's face with shock and her husband's face without any sign of shock. It was as though he knew I was there.
I stood up immediately and acted as if nothing happened. I glared straight at him.
“How d—”
“How dare I? How dare you think of destroying the heirlooms? Don't you know those have been there's for centuries, past down from generations to generations for God sake Gabriella! What the hell were you thinking?!” He rose up from his seat and looked at me directly with a stern face. “I understand you're angry at me but don't transfer your anger to something or someone else just because you want to hurt me. Do you have any idea how much each of those paintings cost? No do you? And that golden statue of Flavio actually cost nothing less than twenty billion dollars, it's just gold, yes I know but do you the history of everything that has to do with that statue? There's a lot you don't know about this family, that's why every family heirloom should be treated with care and utmost respect. Tomorrow morning everything will come back, you better not try any nonsense, do you understand me?”
I didn't answer.
“Answer.” He commanded in a deep voice.
“....yes.” I murmured.
“If you're thinking of doing it again, just keep it in mind that the only way the outsmart a Dalmonte is if you're a Dalmonte, because all Dalmontes think alike, so what ever you'll plan, I'll always be one step ahead of you. And here, take...” He came to me and saw the burning anger and dangerous tears about to flow out of my eyes. He has never talked this way to me. I hated it. He brought something out of his pocket, it was my necklace.
But..
“That was the fake.” He said as he put it around my neck. The pendant was lying next to the D lettered pendant of the necklace that Dré got me. “Thank God I followed my guts. I’m sure you're happy it's still okay.” He smiled at me as he wiped away a tear from my cheek.
I saw a little smile on my mother's face even though she tried to hide it.
With fury, I flung his hand away and ran out of the place heading to God knows where in the mansion.
This is one of those times where I wanted those long soft hugs André gives me. This is the one of those times I needed Italy, but I haven't seen her since that night. I'm guessing she's with André.
I miss them so much.
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